I saw an eagle soar over
my head, by a moonlit path
it was led. And last night I
saw a shooting star go by.
And as it fell my heart
wondered where it landed,
and why? Or if God reached
out and caught it in his hand.
And now it's shinning brightly,
in his Holiest of lands.
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